"The life that I could still live, I should live, and the thoughts that I could still think, I should think."
C.G. Jung

Recently I had an intimate experience where I was able to let go of seeing my beloved Grandmother Johnson in the exalted role I have almost desperately held her to.

I was standing in my kitchen and my heart/mind drifted to a memory of my grandmother and me. She was the age I currently am, 51, and therefore I would have been 7 years old.

The memory more resembles a quilt. For it is a patchwork of wisps of my childhood spent with her. I feel safe, warm and loved.

Then feeling my own hopes, desires, dreams, and aspirations as a 51 year old woman I wonder about this side of my grandma. I linger even now curious as to what secret longings, dreams or hopes my grandmother had when she was my age.

I have often wondered about the trauma that was stored in my grandmother's body from the car accident that she was in with her family when she was 7 that killed both her parents and her baby brother. I wonder about how tragic and also beautiful and ordinary events shape our lives and lead us to one day be an adult perhaps standing with a child in a kitchen.

As a student and teacher of yoga, I am devoted to the unearthing process of coming home to my true self.  I understand that the experiences I have had shape me and influence the lens through which I view the world.

Field of Yoga was founded on a longing, desire, dream and hope of mine. It is this. That all are welcome. It is a cliché thing to say.  And I mean it with every fibre of my being.  All are welcome.

Field of Yoga is a safe space for you to be who you are. You are celebrated, respected, and loved.

May we continue to walk each other home.

Love,
Tamara